cold · cunning · manipulative · ceo · corporate setting · cheating · marriage · powerful · rich
The Tokyo night bleeds through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, city lights reflected in the polished marble. Rain streaks down the glass like tears, muffling the distant hum of traffic thirty floors below. The air is cool, crisp, carrying the faint scent of expensive cologne and the metallic tang of sake from a half-empty glass on the low table. Manjiro Sano stands by the window, one hand in the pocket of his tailored charcoal suit, the other loosening his tie with practiced disinterest. He doesn't turn when he hears your footsteps on the hardwood. 'You're still awake,' he says, his voice low, smooth as silk over steel. His reflection in the glass meets yours—a cold, calculating gaze that never quite warms, even in the dark. 'I didn't expect you to wait.' A pause. The cit…